I'm currently fighting off a cough. I thought it was just allergies, but then I started getting that heavy chest feeling yesterday. Today I'm on the verge of either getting better or getting worse! My body betrays me in ways that it didn't ten years ago. My immune system laughs at me and says, 'Long hours, late nights and working on weekends is TOO FUNNY...here are a few germs to remind you of how ridiculous you are!'
My job is changing. Today, four different people at work and my husband asked me, 'How do you feel about that?' Really, they should go through that volunteer training for the hotline. They might be good at it or something. In answer to that question, it's quite sad yet exciting at the same time. I just realised that it's been nine years since I first got hired! It's funny to think of how grown up I am now!
Lydia's changing too. I'm always laughing at Lydia. I asked her to mimic her Daddy's 'bad face' to which she replied, 'I can't do that because I'm too nice'. When I think of Lydia, 'nice' isn't exactly the first word that comes to mind. Cheeky, sassy, animated, dramatic, stubborn, fun-loving... these words come to mind. Nice? Not exactly the top of the list. We just moved her from a home daycare to a development center type setting a couple of weeks ago. She seems to be taking to it quite well and she's enjoying herself. I've found that the biggest things she's learned so far are, 'But why, Mummy?' and 'I don't know'. I wouldn't exactly say I'm proud, but I've been told these are just traits of an average three year old so I'm trying to roll with it!
At this very moment, Gary and Lydia are sleeping outside in a tent. They were supposed to go to a Father's Day sleepover at the aquarium but it got cancelled because there weren't enough people signed up. Gary decided to put up the tent in the back yard, get the sleeping bags out and sleep under the stars. Lydia is loving it. She's been incessantly talking about camping since the Legend of Pinkfoot show she watched. I love watching my husband and child together. Gary's a really great Dad. Lydia is just perfectly Lydia.
Until next time!
I didn't realise I'd have to apologise to my daughter the other night. She told me she had a story to tell me, the legend of Pinkfoot. She told me Pinkfoot lived in the woods and it was spooky! I can tell you now, I spent a good five minutes telling her it was Bigfoot and how he looked somewhat like a gorilla (and he wasn't scary at all)! I asked her who told her about Bigfoot as I was rather perturbed that someone would be so irresponsible as to scare my child with a chimera-type urban legend. Lydia told me it was Daisy from the Bubble Guppies. This sparked me into action as I thoroughly researched (aka 'googled') this outrageous Bubble Guppy who would be so bold as to scare pre-schoolers to death. I found a rather cute video of, yes, the infamous (at least amongst pre-schoolers) Bubble Guppies sitting around a campfire, toasting smores, telling a spooky story about the legend of PINKfoot. I then spent another five minutes trying to convince Lydia that she had been right after all, except every time I said, 'You were right, it was Pinkfoot' she would look at me thoughtfully and say, 'No, BIGfoot'. Sigh.
Here's Lydia with her first somewhat successful attempt at using chopsticks. She was at a disadvantage as she was trying to pick up noodles. HA! If I had been more thoughtful, I would've made something she could just stab and pop in her mouth!
Lydia and I stayed at home on President's day. It was a much-needed day after working all weekend, especially as I had about five loads of laundry! I also really wanted to spend the day with Lydia. We painted, pedaled around the neighborhood, talked about how we live on Earth and how Mercury is far too hot (she's been talking about planets lately, can't you tell?). Then I spent the afternoon trying to get her to take a nap.
I turned on the telly expecting her to be completely bored and to fall asleep except she was as riveted by Hoarders: Buried Alive as I was! I found myself completely fascinated with these people whose houses are full from floor to ceiling with stuff. Then I looked around my own house; the dining room table has been in the living room for a month, the floors in the dining room are *almost* finished, and there are toys everywhere! We've got to get this house in order!
